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At the beginning of the school year, I was among the privileged few, allowed to walk into the classroom.
In the mornings, when I walked my son to school, we'd see parents dropping off their kids from their cars. But my son wasn't interested in that. He wanted me to park, to walk with him into the school, into the classroom. We held hands. He waved a sleepy goodbye.
By the beginning of the second…